Thursday, November 6, 2008
So here I am - 39 years old - and wondering if I will EVER stop caring about the way I look. The maintenance alone takes up so much more time than it used to. I am really glad that I don't have enough money for plastic surgery because I know I would end up looking like Michael Jackson. "Take a little off of here and a little off of there" until there would be nothing left and I would look like some sort of alien creature. With all of the options to stop time out there those movie stars must have a beauty manager. Someone to schedule their zoom whitening and laser treatments, their botox and their butt lifts. I am trying to grow old gracefully but I fear grace will have nothing to do with it. I am going to fight this battle as hard as I can - it is just in my nature. I do have to say that I LOVE my hair dresser. He makes me feel like I am Charlize Theron and I walk out of the salon thinking I am pretty smokin'.....if only for a couple of hours. Thank you Todd for being the master of my hair - I wish I had a quiver of Todds in my arsenal to work on my skin and teeth and body......maybe someday....... Until then my best friend is apparently gravity - it just wont leave me alone.
Posted by Kristin at 7:08 PM